I'm gazing out the window, down into the street, dusty street
The boys are coming in now, been working all day in the heat
I'm all alone in my beautiful home, sitting tight
Counting the kisses I was promised but missing tonight
I know it's a rite of many days on the old wire road
And I'm pining for every mile between here and Springfield M.O
The boys have got the jug out now, they're chasing the dust down with fire
But the fire I feel can't be put out, except by it's sight, and I'm high
The very hand of Jesus, to bring him to my side
I put on my finest high necklace, the one he likes
The days are stacking up now, like mail for someone gone, in a pile
I'm still alone and I'm stuck on the one I can't find
Cold as a stone and I'm wanting to be left behind, and I ain't hide
The very hand of Jesus, to bring him to my side